They all want to be Tyler Durden.
Strong the way we are not.
Free the way we are not.
We close our eyes to picture what we are.
We are not our CK shirts,
We are not our DKNY jeans.
We are what they tell us to be.
Tyler says, “This is why I blew up your apartment.”
To set us free;
To let us be.
We all want to be Tyler Durden.
To think like he thinks;
To be like he is.
He views us as puppets on a stage,
This theatre of mass destruction.
In his eyes nothing matters.
All we want is Tyler Durden, Tyler Durden, Tyler Durden.
We become what he wants.
And when we become Tyler Durden we begin what we missed.
But what we don’t know, is that Tyler Durden doesn’t exist.
